Is an Ox, born on 2003-10-08, who joined us on 2003-10-08.
Just in case you have the impression that nothing ever goes wrong at Care for Cows you should hear my story since I was born here. When my mother was carrying me she came to Care for Cows with my elder sister who was five months old. I remember hearing the conversation our former owner had with the cowherd men. He told them that he had heard many good things about Care for Cows and thus wanted to offer charity. He took his shoes off and handed the cowherd men the rope that was tied to my mother's neck. At that time she was fat and white and my sister was also beautiful. The cowherd men happily accepted as up until then they had only been given sick or injured cows and were somewhat surprised to receive a healthy milk cow in charity. With that our former owner left promising to return with enough food to maintain all of us for six months. Thinking themselves very fortunate, the cowherd men settled us in the portion of the shed that hosts the milking cows. The next morning at milking time they abruptly found out why our former owner had given us away. While my mother is more than happy to give milk to her calf and others as well, she is extremely averse to letting humans take it. So without warning when the milk man crouched down with the bucket to take her milk, she sent him rolling on the floor with the bucket trailing after him. The cowherd men now understood that the so-called charity was actually shirking of responsibility. The only thing our former owner had given away was his debt. So the cowherd men were not surprised when that liar never returned with the fodder he had promised for our maintenance. I must say I was impressed with the cowherd men though. They decided not to try to milk my mother anymore and were satisfied that she happily supplied my sister as well as two orphaned calves all the milk they wanted. Several months passed and then I was born. It was an easy delivery and I started walking after about an hour. I drank all the milk I could and my mother's udders were still full. The cowherd men thought that after months of kindness with no attempt to milk her, she might have undergone a change in heart, but they were wrong. She sent the milk man rolling again. For some reason my mother gradually reduced her eating after I was born. The vet came many times and treated her with several medicines but nothing seemed to help. It affected me directly because since she did not eat, she stopped producing milk and they had to feed me with a baby's bottle so I could stay alive. Soon they put me in a stall with another cow whose calf was grown and healthy. I was hungry so I tried nursing from her and she didn't mind. Actually we quickly developed a strong affection for each other and before long, I considered her my real mother. My native mother soon stopped eating altogether and sat down and peacefully departed. So, officially, I am an orphan. A few days after she left some visitors came in search of a calf to sponsor and they were directed to me. They looked me over and patted my head. They seemed nice enough, two women who looked like sisters, but soon I found out they were mother and daughter. They decided to sponsor me and when the cowherd man told the taller one to name me, she pulled out a cell phone and called her husband in Mauritius. They discussed for a few minutes and decided to name me Balarama. I have to admit that it made me feel somewhat important to be the subject of an international phone call. I bet I am the first calf in Vrndavana to be named over satellite communication. It sure boosted my self esteem.
Balarama is sponsored by Dawra and Family, Mumbai